Hannigram -Strictly Proffessional

His lesson part 2

Will's jaw hung loosely, silent, feeling his nails push into his palms. Blinking hard in attempt to be present, he ran his tongue around his dry mouth before throatily replying
"Yes, well...I have a lot to learn from you too, Doctor Lecter"
The doctor chuckled, his eyes running down the figure in his door frame like the pages of one of the anatomy books on his shelves.
"So!" Hannibal exclaimed, his tone bright and fruity "is your business usually conducted from across the threshold, or am I particularly threatening?"
Will raised his eyebrow, heart beating a little faster as he noted the sparkle in the doctor's eye and the way his face crinkled as he bared his teeth in a grin.
Hannibal gestured for will to follow as he approached one of the soft ornamental couches in his office.
"Please Will, make yourself at home. There's hand sanitizer on the side table, I know we share a passion for cleanliness"
Hannibal disappeared into the kitchen as Will lowered himself onto the couch, his back angled sharply. Of course the doctor's home would be clean, but he couldn't help but be careful out of habit. Thinking about their few past interactions, he was upset that Lecter had been able to deduce his germaphobia. Of course, the doctor was one of the best psychiatrists in the industry - observing is what he was paid for - but as an observer himself, it hurt will's pride to be so readable.
Hannibal returned with two drinks - lattes with a perfect beige to white gradient, a sprinkle of the purest coco on top, all encased in crystal clear glass mugs. They made a pleasing "clink" as Lecter placed them down on equally decorative coasters.
This expressive gesture melted away Will's cold shoulder, and as the doctor sat down next to him, he felt his cheeks warm a little.
"Nerves are very normal Will, this will get rid of that unpleasant cotton mouth"
Their hands brushed briefly as Hannibal handed Will the cup.
Will noticed his medication hadn't kicked in yet - his pulse was fast and his palms were producing an uncomfortable cold sweat.
"Do I seem nervous? What are you trying to do? Ignore it, this is how he gets in your head..."
Will took a small sip of the coffee, the bitter flavour of the clearly expensive, freshly ground bean flooding across his tongue, closely followed by the sweet, thick sensation of cream, and a hint of spice...cinnamon perhaps, or cloves.
"So...Doctor Lecter - Hannibal. What did you want to discuss? I can't help thinking that you're a master in a medical field and I- I'm an autist with a very highly tuned imagination"
Will's hand brushed a few curls from his eyes, his voice shaking as he forced a low laugh.
"Nonsense Will...we have much to learn from each other"